"There are other people? Friend or foe?"
the long-range radar can't tell. The man's breath is completely shrouded in a more magnificent psionic radiation. His existence can only be analyzed from the interference waves of the radiation field.
"Can you tell what energy rank it is?"
based on this interference rate, the range ...
After a few seconds of mental calculation, the intelligence officer quickly came up with an answer.
"He should be a gold Ranker!"
"Gold ... Gold ... Could it be the local Guardian?"
The middle-aged man paced back and forth, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"When will the reinforcements arrive?"
"The nearest diamond-ranked player will need more than ten minutes to arrive at the scene!"
"Ten minutes? It would be enough for the enemy to tear down a quarter of the city! Are there any raw gemstones that respond to the summoning?"
